PICARD (V.O.): Captainís log, Stardate 42303.7. Our foray into the Kensington Metropark system has proven to be a successful mission. We have made numerous friendly contacts and several exciting scientific discoveries. Furthermore, our data shows us that many of the geese that once blocked our path and took out our deflector shields are now retreating to their native Canada. With this good news, we have decided to set a new course for the yet-unexplored region near the YMCA quadrant.

Picard makes small talk with WORF, behind him. DATA sits at the front of the Enterprise and GEORDIE takes up the rear. There is no room for Riker or Counselor Troi. They did not come along.

DATA: Captain, your attention is needed at the front.

Picard turns forward.

PICARD: What is it, commander Data?

DATA: I have detected a cloud of debris in our path; however, we still do not have our deflector shields.

PICARD: On screen.

Data ducks to the side, revealing a fallen branch and scraps of bark quickly approaching the bike.

PICARD: Evasive maneuvers.

Camera shakes as crew steers to the side, running over some of the smaller debris. Camera settles.

WORF: Sir, there appears to be a small debris fragment lodged between the second crank arm and frame. I believe I can reach it from here.

PICARD: How long will it take you to remove it?

WORF: About two minutes, sir.

PICARD: Begin immediately.

WORF: Aye, captain.

PICARD: Iíll be in my ready room.

DATA: Captain?

PICARD: Never mind that. Earl grey, hot.

Geordie passes up a thermos to the front. Picard sips on his tea while looking over Dataís shoulder at the instruments on the handlebars.

PICARD: There seems to be a minor discrepancy between our GPS data and our visual information.

DATA: It is well within acceptable limits, sir.

PICARD: I see.

Shot fades to head-on view of bike with Worf working on his task. He tosses a scrap of bark to the side and sits up straight.

WORF: Finished, sir.

PICARD: Excellent. Whatís our gear?

WORF: We are in third gear, sir.

PICARD: Switch to fourth gear.

WORF: Yes, sir. Data, switch to fourth gear.

DATA: Preparing to change gears. Hold on.

The bike shakes violently. The light goes out.

WORF: Our forward light has malfunctioned.

PICARD: What just happened?

DATA: Change unsuccessful. There appears to be a problem in engineering.

PICARD: What went wrong, Mr. LaForge?

GEORDIE: Weíve been low on lubricant on sublevel one for some time now. If I had to guess, Iíd say the mechanism has finally jammed. Iíll have to manually realign the chain.

PICARD: Why werenít we restocked at the last departure?

GEORDIE: We were, but we just keep running out. I think the oil canister might have a leak.

PICARD: How long will it take you to make the fix?

GEORDIE: Impossible to say. Iíll keep you updated.

PICARD: Make it so.

Data is now facing backwards, peering into the distance through his binoculars.

DATA: Captain, long range sensors detect three vessels commandeered by little girls approaching on an intercept course from behind. I believe it is their intention to overtake us. Time to intercept approximately seven minutes, twenty-three seconds.

PICARD: That cannot be allowed to happen! Maximum thrusters!

DATA: Sir, without our fourth gear, we cannot hope to keep up with them.

PICARD: I see. LaForge, whatís our status with the gear system?

GEORDIE: Itíll take me a heck of a lot more time than seven minutes to solve this one, captain. That much is certain.

PICARD: I want you and your team working round the clock until you get us in fourth gear. Thatís an order.

GEORDIE: Aye captain!

PICARD: In the meantime, Mr. Worf, divert all power towards main thrusters.

WORF: Aye, sir.

Worf pedals furiously.

DATA: Sir, I am detecting a stranded vessel dead ahead. I can detect no life forms aboard. It appears derelict.

PICARD: On screen.

Data ducks to the side and the view is of a bright green bicycle propped against a tree, a chain locking it in place.

PICARD: Whatís its position?

DATA: Approximately one point two nine femto-parsecs, bearing three-zero at one-four degrees.

PICARD: How long until we reach it?

DATA: Twenty seconds, sir.

PICARD: Pull up alongside her. Iím sending an away team consisting of Mr. Data and Mr. LaForge to investigate. Mr. Worf, keep an eye out on those girls.

Geordie and Data get to work as the scene fades to black. When it fades in again, everyone is moving back to their stations, ready to move out.

GEORDIE: That should just about wrap her up, capín. We can get moving again when you say the word.

PICARD: Good work. Mr. Worf, how much time do we have until those three girls get to our position?

WORF: Less than thirty seconds, sir.

PICARD: All right, then weíve got no time to lose. Commander Data, I want you to-

DATA: Sorry captain, but I am detecting a fourth life form quickly approaching our craft from the direction of the derelict vessel. He appears aggravated.

A 30-YEAR-OLD-MAN jogs toward the Enterprise. The old gear mechanism from the Enterprise, as well as the gear levers and cables, lay strewn about on the grass. The obvious owner of the green bike, he indeed appears aggravated.

30-YEAR-OLD MAN: Hey, what the fuck, man? What the hell did you guys just do to my bike?

PICARD: Data, lay in a course for the YMCA quadrant.

Data types faster than the human eye can see into the GPS unit in front of him.

DATA: Done, sir.

WORF: Thrusters ready.

Picard extends his arm toward the sky and lowers his index finger to the horizon.

PICARD: Engage.

The Enterprise lurches into motion just as the three girls on bikes and the 30-year-old man converge on their position.

DATA: Second gearÖ third gearÖ

The man has not given up pursuing them, but it is apparent he will lose the chase. The three girls, however, are still approaching fast.

PICARD: (To self, with a slightly anxious expression apparent in the wrinkles around his eyes) Now, letís see just how good this new equipment is.

DATA: Changing to fourth gear.

The bike slides smoothly into fourth, and the trees and shrubs become a green blur as the bike speeds ahead, leaving the three girls in the Enterpriseís dust. A relieved sigh emanates from the crew as they realize they are safe. The shot switches to a birdís perspective from behind and above the craft, making its way quickly towards the YMCA quadrant.

PICARD (V.O.): Captainís log, supplementary. Despite a few minor hitches that occurred on our trip to the YMCA quadrant we find ourselves once again underway, and we expect to arrive before four oí clock. Letís just hope that we havenít made any new enemies for the Federation. Picard out.